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The horse he rode on: and, upon my life, The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? And as the thing, that's heavy in itself,
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask, So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, To fright our party:
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, North. How doth my son, and brother? That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
; Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Fly from the field: Then was that noble WorEven such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
cester So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Too soon ta'en prisoner ; and that furious Scot, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword And would have told him, half his Troy was Had three times
slain the appearance of the king, burn'd:
'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.
flight, This thou would'st say, --Your son did thus, and Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all thus;
Is,-that the king hath won; and hath sent out Your brother, thus; so fought the noble Douglas; A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : Under the conduct of young Lancaster, But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed, And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, North. For this I shall have time enough to Ending with brother, son, and all are dead.
Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet : In poison there is physic; and these news, But, for my lord your son,
Having been well, that would have made me sick, North. Why, he is dead.
Being sick, have in some measure made me well: See, what a ready tongue suspicion hath! And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire That what he fear’d is chanced. Yet speak, Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, Morton;
Weaken’d with grief, being now enrag'd with Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;
grief, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
nice crutch ; Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly North. Yet, for all this, say not, that Percy's quoif; dead.
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, I see a strange confession in thine eye: Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. Thou shak'st thy head; and hold’st it fear, or sin, Now bind my brows with iron ; And approach To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so; The ragged’st hour that time and spite dare The tongue offends not, that reports his death : bring, And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead ; To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
hand Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die ! Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
And let this world no longer be a stage, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. To feed contention in a lingering act;
Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead. But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Mor. I am sorry, I should force you to believe Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set That, which I would to heaven I had not seen: On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, And darkness be the burier of the dead ! Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out- Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong,
breath'd, To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from down
Mor. The lives of all your loving complices
Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearYou cast the event of war, my noble lord,
ing his sword and buckler. And summ’d the account of chance, before you Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor said,
to my water? Let us make head. It was your presurmise, Page. He said, sir, the water itself was a good That, in the dole of blows your son might drop: healthy water : but, for the party that owed it, You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, he might have more diseases than he knew for. More likely to fall in, than to get o'er :
Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: You were advis'd, his flesh was capable The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, Of wounds and scars; and that his forward spirit is not able to vent any thing, that tends to laughWould lift him, where most trade of danger ter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I rang'd;
am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit Yet did you say,-Go forth ; and none of this, is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like Though strongly apprehended, could restrain a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but The stiff-borne action: What hath then befallen, one. If the prince put thee into my service for Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, any other reason than to set me off, why then I More than that being, which was like to be ? have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake,
Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to Knew, that we ventur’d on such dangerous seas, wait at my heels. I was never manned with an That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: agate till now: but I will set you neither in gold And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos’d nor silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; again to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, And, since we are o'erset, venture again. the prince your master, whose chin is not yet Come, we will all put forth ; body, and goods. fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in the Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his noble lord,
cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, his face I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,- is a face-royal : God may finish it when he will, The gentle archbishop of York is up,
it is not a hair amiss yet : he may keep it still as With well-appointed powers; he is a man, a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixWho with a double surety binds his followers. pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as My lord your son had only but the corps, if he had writ man ever since his father was a But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight: bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he For that same word, rebellion, did divide is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What The action of their bodies from their souls; said master Dumbleton about the satin for my And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, short cloak, and slops ? As men drink potions; that their weapons only Page. He said, sir, you should procure him Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and better assurance than Bardolph: he would not souls,
take his bond and yours; he liked not the seThis word, rebellion, it had froze them up, eurity. As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop Fál. Let him be damned like the glutton ! Turns insurrection to religion :
may his tongue be hotter !-A whoreson AchiSuppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, tophel! a rascally yea-forsooth knave ! to bear a He's follow'd both with body and with mind; gentleman in hand, and then stand upon secuAnd doth enlarge his rising with the blood rity !—The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at stones :
their girdles ; and if a man is thorough with Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; them in honest taking up, then they must stand Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, upon-security. I had as lief they would put Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with And more, and less, do flock to follow him. security. I looked he should have sent me two North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, truth,
and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. in security; for he hath the horn of abundance, Go in with me; and counsel every man and the lightness of his wife shines through it: The aptest way for safety, and revenge: and yet cannot he see, though he have his own Get posts, and letters, and make friends with lantern to light him.-Where's Bardolph ? speed;
Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy your Never so few, and never yet more need. worship a horse.
[Ereunt. Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy
me a horse in Smithfield : an I could get me
but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty :-You and wived.
would not come when I sent for you. Enter the Lord Chief Justice, and an Attendant. fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.
Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that com- Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, mitted the prince for striking him about Bar- let me speak with you. dolph.
Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of Ch. Just. What's he that goes there? sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as
Ch. Just. He that was in question for the it is. robbery?
Fal. It hath its original from much grief; Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done from study, and perturbation of the brain: 1 good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is have read the cause of his effects in Galen; it is now going with some charge to the lord John of a kind of deafness. Lancaster.
Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disCh. Just. What, to York ? Call him back ease ; for you hear not what I say to you. again.
Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, Atten. Sir John Falstaff!
an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, Fal Boy, tell him I am deaf.
the malady of not marking, that I am troubled Page. You must speak louder, my master is withal. deaf.
Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of amend the attention of your ears; and I care any thing good.-Go, pluck him by the elbow; not if I do become your physician. I must speak with him.
Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord: but not Atten. Sir John,
so patient: your lordship may minister the poFal. What ! a young knave, and beg! Is there tion of punishment to me, in respect of poverty; not wars ? is there not employment? Doth not but how I should be your patient to follow your the king lack subjects? do not the rebels need prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of soldiers ! Though it be a shame to be on any a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were on the worst side, were it worse than the name matters against you for your life, to come speak of rebellion can tell how to make it.
with me. Atten. You mistake me, sir.
Fal. As I was then advised by my learnet Fal. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did man? setting my knighthood and my soldier- not come. ship aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, sir John, you
live in great infamy. Atten. I pray you, sir, then set your knight- Fal. He, that buckles him in my belt, cannot hood and your soldiership aside ; and give me
live in less. leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and say I am any other than an honest man. your waste is great.
Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay Fal. I would it were otherwise ; I would my aside that, which grows to me! If thou get'st means were greater, and my waist slenderer. any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful thou wert better be hanged: You hunt-count- prince. er, hence! avaunt!
Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a newFal. My good lord !
-God give your lordship healed wound; your day's service at Shrewsgood time of day. I am glad to see your lord- bury hath a little gilded over yonr night's es. ship abroad : I heard say, your lordship was ploit on Gads-hill : you may thank the unquiet sick: I hope, your lordship goes abroad by all time for your quiet o’erposting that action. vice. Your lordship, though not clean past your Fal. My lord ? youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: relish of the saltness of time, and I most hum- wake not a sleeping wolf.. bly beseech your lordship, to have a reverend Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell 3 care of your health,
fox. Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the expedition to Shrewsbury.
better part burnt out. Fal. An't please your lordship, I hear, his Fal. A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: majesty is returned with some discomfort from If I did say of wax, my growth would approve Wales.
Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your a good thing, to make it too common. If y
you face, but should have his effect of gravity. will needs say, I am an old man, you should
Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy: give me rest. I would to God, my name were
Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were and down, like his ill angel.
better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be Fal. Not so, my lord ; your ill angel is light; scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. but, I hope, he, that looks upon me, will take Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, God bless your expedition ! I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell : virtue is of Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand so little regard in these coster-monger times, pound, to furnish me forth? that true valour is turned bear-herd : Pregnancy Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are. is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : in giving reckonings: all the other gifts, apper-| Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. tinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes
[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man are old, consider not the capacities of us that are beetle.-A man can no more separate age and young : you measure the heat of our livers with covetousness, than he can part young limbs and the bitterness of your galls : and we, that are in lechery: but the gout galls the one, and the the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees wags too.
prevent my curses.--Boy !Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the Page. Sir? scroll of youth, that are written down old with Fal. What money is in my purse ? all the characters of age? Have you not a moist Page. Seven groats and two-pence, eye? a dry hand ? a yellow cheek? a white Fal. I can get no remedy against this conbeard ? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly sumption of the purse : bprrowing only lingers Is not your voice broken? your wind short ? and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. your chin double ? your wit single ? and every Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster ; part about you blasted with antiquity? and will this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreyou yet call yourself young? Fye, fye, fye, sir land; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I John !
have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the the first white hair on my chin: About it; you clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and know where to find me. ÇExit Page.] A pox something a round belly. For my voice,-1 of this gout! or a gout of this pox ! for the one, have lost it with hollaing, and singing of an- or the other, plays
the rogue with my great toe. thems. To approve my youth further, I will It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment my colour, and my pension shall seem the more and understanding; and he, that will caper with reasonable : a good wit will make use of any me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. [Erit. money, and have at him. For the box o'the ear that the prince gave you,—he gave it like a rude SCENE III.-York. A room in the Archbishop's prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I
palace. have checked him for it; and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes, and sackcloth ; but Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords Hast. in new silk, and old sack.
INGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a bet- Årch. Thus have you heard our cause, and ter companion !
known our means ; Fal. Heaven send the companion a better And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, prince ! I cannot rid my hands of him. Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes :
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you And first, lord marshal, what say you to it? and prince Harry: I hear, you are going with Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; lord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, But gladly would be better satisfied, and the earl of Northumberland.
How, in our means, we should advance ourselves Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for To look with forehead bold and big enough it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my Upon the power and puissance of the king. lady peace at home, that our armies join not in Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take but two To five and twenty thousand men of choice; shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat ex. And our supplies live largely in the hope traordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish of great Northumberland, whose bosomn burns any thing but my bottle, I would I might never With an incensed fire of injuries. spit white again. There is not a dangerous ac- Burd. The question then, lord Hastings, standtion can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon eth thus ;it: Well, I cannot last ever : But it was always Whether our present five and twenty thousand yet the trick of our English nation, if they have I May hold up head without Northumberland.
Hast. With him, we may.
Bard. What! is the king but five and twenty Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point ;
thousand ? But if without him we be thought too feeble, Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord My judgment is, we should not step too far
Bardolph. Till we had his assistance by the hand : For his divisions, as the times do brawl, For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, Are in three heads: one power against the French, Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
And one against Glendower ; perforce, a third Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. Must take up us : So is the unfirm king Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph ; for, in- In three divided ; and his coffers sound deed,
With hollow poverty and emptiness. It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Arch. That he should draw his several strengths Bard. It was, my lord; who lin’d himself together, with hope,
And come against us in full puissance, Eating the air on promise of supply,
Need not be dreaded. Flattering himself with project of a power
Hast. If he should do so, Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: Heleaves his back unarm’d, the French and Welsh And so, with great imagination,
Baying him at his heels : never fear that. Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces And, winking, leap'd into destruction.
hither? Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and WestmoreTo lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.
Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war ;- Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry MonIndeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,)
mouth : Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
But who is substituted 'gainst the French, We see the appearing buds ; which, to prove I have no certain notice. fruit,
Arch. Let us on ; Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, And publish the occasion of our arms. That frosts will bite them. When we mean to The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, build,
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; | An habitation giddy and unsure And when we see the figure of the house, Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Then must we rate the cost of the erection : O thou fond many! with what loud applause Which if we find outweighs ability,
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing BolingWhat do we then, but draw anew the model
broke, In fewer offices; or, at least, desist
Before he was what thou would'st have him be? To build at all ? Much more, in this great And being now trimmed in thine own desires, work,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, That thou provok’st thyself to cast him up. Ànd set another up,) should we survey
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge The plot of situation, and the model ;
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard; Consent upon a sure foundation ;
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Question surveyors ; know our own estate, And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these How able such a work to undergo,
times ? To weigh against his opposite; or else, They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him We fortify in paper, and in figures,
die, Using the names of men, instead of men : Are now become enamour'd on his grave: Like one, that draws the model of a house Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, When through proud London he came sighing on Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, A naked subject to the weeping clouds, Cry'st now, ( earth, yield us that king again, And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair Past, and to come, seem best; things present, birth,)
worst. Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set The utmost man of expectation ; I think, we are a body strong enough,
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be Even as we are, to equal with the king.